I‘d hoped to experience some great sea food in the Village Fete of Ploemeur, but the whole place was smelling strong from Andouille, a local sausage, which consists of parts of animals I don’t even want to think about. It was was cooked and roasted all over the place. But then again: a spectacular light gave the whole setting an almost mystic atmosphere, and I was thinking: ‚Okay, that’s the end of the world. And if it‘s that beautiful, so be it.‘
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